Mordred Goes on the Attack

Ritsuka barely had a moment to think before his servant was practically throwing herself at him, one of her hands going down to rip away the thin piece of cloth draped over her cock, letting the throbbing appendage be exposed to open air. It was so hard right now that it barely even swayed as Mordred made her approach, and Ritsuka himself was far too shocked about the whole thing to even think about dodging out of the way.

Thus it was that the Saber servant completely bowled him over as her body hit him head on and the two of them went tumbling. Despite the way that she was lusting for him at the moment, that didn't make her unaware of the fact that he was, at the end of the day, still a squishy human even if he was her Master and the current object of her lust and attention. So it was that as they tumbled and bounced across the room's floor, Mordred made sure to keep herself wrapped around him so that he suffered no harm from the repeated impacts.

Of course that also had the effect that when they finally came to a stop Mordred's front was pressed right up against Ritsuka's back. Her breasts were small and sensitive mumps, and they did feel nice pressing against his back, but that was completely distracted from by the fact that he had a cock sticking out from between his legs and it wasn't his own.

He heard as her hands dug into and ripped apart the clothes on his torso and crotch, tearing through his mystic code like it was normal cloth and baring his chest and crotch. His cock was almost immediately seized by the tomboyish woman, who took no time at all to begin giving his cock a good stroking. Her hand worked up and down his length rapidly, making up for her complete lack of skill or experience through the use of her superhuman capabilities. When you had something that good happening to you, could you really be blamed for getting hard?

"Oi Master. How were you hiding this thing?" Mordred loudly trumpeted into his ear. "I heard there were growers, but this is ridiculous." Now that it was erect to its greatest extent, Ritsuka's cock stood just above Mordred's still protruding from between his thighs. And his was definitely larger. Both length and width came down in his favour. It was no reason the servant was surprised, he had always been a grower not a shower, but something was apparently driving him up the wall with arousal right now, because right now he was definitely more engorged in the dick than he had ever been before.

"I-" He tried to say something, but there was no way he could get out any words when his dick was still being stroked servant style by the horny Saber. Mordred wasn't content just giving him pleasure while getting nothing herself though. Slowly she pulled back her cock and then began to push it forwards again, sliding her fate futa prick in between his thighs over and over again. She started slow, testing herself and her ability to endure the sensations of an appendage she had never before possessed.

Ritsuka realised that it was probably in his best interests to help her out with that. A happy servant was vastly preferable to a grouchy servant, and so he clamped his legs together, closing his thighs around her dick. She clearly appreciated that from the way that a growl began to rumble in the back of her throat like the building of a lions roar. Indeed, she quickly began to buck her hips faster and faster, driving her cock in between her thighs repeatedly until she was matching the speed at which she was working over his own dick.

"Ahhh!" The servant moaned into his back, loudly announcing her pleasure in a way that couldn't be ignored or mistaken for anything else. "Master you're the best! I can't wait to fuck you properly!" Her humping of his thighs began to become more and more frantic, and the woman lost all sense of rhythm, her grasp on his cock loosening and its movement stilling as the servant devoted all of her mind to the act of bringing herself pleasure. He knew what was coming next.

"Masterrrr!!!" She cried out as her cock began to spurt out a large helping of thick white fluid, the seed spraying almost an entire meter before it splattered all over the ground, and she kept bucking the entire time, resulting in his thighs being completely lubricated as extra spunk ended up rubbed between them. He felt as she breathed heavily against his back, trying to get her breath back after her sprint to the finish.

He would have taken the chance to try to wriggle his way out of her grip, but apparently that wasn't an option at the moment since her arms were wrapped around his chest with an ironclad embrace, and that was ironclad for a Saber. So it was that Ritsuka was **** to simply lay there, his cock hanging out and standing tall, as Mordred held him against her like he was her living dakimakura and slowly panted.

It was an incredibly terrifying and yet also arousing situation to be in. Whatever else that could be said, Mordred was fucking hot, and the fact that she had a cock was no where near the turn off that he had assumed that it would be. In fact, he found the idea of a female with a cock somehow... enticing. Like she was a sort of Woman+. He idly mused on the idea of Mashu having a cock of her own, and he had to hold back a moan of his own as the mental image sent tingles down his spine and into his balls that were way too powerful for him to endure for more than just a few seconds.

Those few seconds were apparently all the time it took for Mordred to finally get her breath back, because the next moment he was aware of she had seized his hands in her own and was planting them down on the ground while using her cock, still slid through his legs, to hoist his torso up and towards her. Her superior servant strength had allowed her to quite easily manipulate him into being in a perfect doggy style position.

He squirmed in anticipation as he felt Mordred's dick being drawn out from between his thighs, like some sexual Caliburn being pulled free from the stone. The tip dragged up the underside of his belly, leaving a dribbled trail of pre and post nut all the way up past his dick and hanging balls and along his taint, until the engorged head of Mordred's monster finally rested upon his virgin boy hole.

For a few moments the only sound in the room was the two of them breathing, the both of them shivering in anticipation of Saber's cleaving thrust. Mordred seemed to take her time with it, running her hands up his arms to his shoulders, and then tracing along the curvature of his back until she finally seized him on both sides of his hips. "Master. I'm gonna make you mine."

And then it was inside of him.

He was being split open, his ass parting like the red sea before Moses. If anyone had prior to today asked if he ever wanted his ass to get fucking reamed by a cock like this, his answer would have been a polite but firm no. Now though, that surety was vanishing by the second. Mordred's dick just felt that good. It was so large and hot inside of him, making him feel warm all the way down in his stomach and beyond, filling him with pleasure and comfort just as much as she was physically filling him.

Was this what women felt like when they were being fucked? If so, then it certainly explained why some turned into complete and utter sluts who would chase every dick they could find, because this was beyond anything he had ever dared conceive of before. And it wasn't like Mordred was a particularly good lover. She might even have been a virgin from all he could tell, though he couldn't judge on that front before now either, but she wasn't someone who did anything out of technique. She fucked like a beast, all vigour and speed and brute ****, and no technique or subtlety. Hell, her hands were just limply hanging off of him now, her just trusting in her own cock being inside of her now to keep him mounted on the end of her.

But still, primitive and carnal lust was still effective. His cock was straining for release right now, and just one more thing added to the whole cavalcade of fuckery would tip him over the edge.

That thing turned out to be Mordred shooting off for a second time. As her second load flooded his back passage, this one smaller but just as thick and wonderful to feel seeping deep into his insides, that was what finally provide the final bump. His ball churned and within a second his cock was firing off like a canon, shooting off his seed all over the floor, but his spunk was so potent that it almost skimmed over the surface of the floor like a stone skipping over the water.

And with that, Mordred collapsed, and the abrupt feeling of her entire weight collapsing onto his back was enough to send Ritsuka slamming down onto the ground himself, his chest pressed down into the puddle of his spent spunk, and Mordred practically breathless on his back. She was still hilted inside him, but beyond that she seemed out of the count, driven to exhaustion by her lust fuelled anal rampage.

Slowly he shifted, trying to get himself out of the puddle of his own semen. Mordred put up no resistance, simply sloughing onto her back beside him, most of her cock sliding out of him, though the tip was just inside of him still.

And then it hit him. Mordred had released him. He could get up and walk away. He could get help. He could... But why? Honestly, he had actually enjoyed himself. Sure it had been spontaneous and Mordred had been a bit more forceful with him than he would have liked, but he honestly didn't want to have her punished for it. Maybe disciplined a little, but he didn't want to put her off. He would like to have sex with her in the future.

And why couldn't he do so now? She was tired out. She'd fired off twice while he'd only done so the once. And she had no clue what she was doing with a dick. Yes Ritsuka had been a virgin and so not much better in the experience department, but Mordred had been a girl before, whereas Ritsuka had lived with a dick every day of his life, and he had two decades under his belt of dealing with it. He knew how to handle a dick.

His eyes slid over to Mordred. If she got her second wind then there would be nothing stopping her from using him like she wanted all over again, and if he just let her get away with that then it would implicitly be saying to her that he was fine with that being their relationship. If that was all he wanted, he could just lay here and wait. But if he wanted more, if he wanted to properly show himself as an authority to this rambunctious servant, to show her the Master who had helped defeat her Father.... Then he would have to act now.

Surely one of Histories biggest traitors wouldn't begrudge the use of a few underhanded tactics. The result was what mattered in the end. And he had command seals if the need came to it. He could turn the tables on her right now, show her why he was Master and she Servant.